Scimitar. Blood.
Desert. Oasis.
Imperial City. Trickery. Killing. Shocking twists and turns.
Everyone thinks he knows destiny. Destiny sees those people walking into the trap step by step.
Almost twenty-four people's storyboards.
One man's martial arts.
Nightmare whispers. Beautiful woman. Swordsman. An old tune.
When I turned around, I faced murderous intent, the setting sun over the long river, and separation between life and death.
No farewell poems are sung, there is only an inn.
In the rivers and lakes, a small fragment of undercurrent causes ripples.
Jianghu is never simple. But the human heart is more difficult to deal with.